Debbie is a widow. Her husband died over a year and a half ago from complications related to a severe stroke he suffered. Her husband was over 15 years older then herself, but he was a healthy older man otherwise…until the stroke. Obviously being a widow and outliving your husband is not something easily dealt with, but Debbie managed.
Debbie said that over 6 months ago, she had a vision. It was not a dream, but in her view it was a genuine vision. As she lay in bed, beside her bed appeared a fountain. She described it as unnaturally beautiful and amazing as the fountain poured out crystals like diamonds in the shape of water drops instead of simply water. She was amazed at this almost celestial vision. It was something she never experienced before or since.
Then she heard a Voice.
The Voice said, “Do not be afraid, everything will be fine, in honor of your husband. Do not be afraid.” The Voice repeated its message and then the vision faded away.
What did this vision mean? Debbie had no idea, but was struck by what she had seen.
A month and a half later, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. She had no clue. This was a pretty nasty form of breast cancer. The cancer physically erupted from her breast as she checked it. She had to go for chemo. As a working woman, this was difficult but she showed up for work regardless; she had no choice. Eventually her breast was removed, and then she returned for radiation treatment. It was rough for her. Fortunately Debbie had her grown children to aid her through this ordeal.
During her treatment she didn’t know if this would be a death sentence. Today Debbie has endured her treatment and she is ok. She assumes the vision of the fountain and the Voice was from God. It was a prophecy meant to comfort her during her cancer ordeal. Curiously, the voice mentioned her husband. The voice said her recovery would be in honor of her husband who was a serious Christian man.
This accurate cancer prophecy was intriguing. Debbie received a warning that did not exactly spell out the problem, but warned of trouble on the horizon. When such warning appears, take notice!
Additionally, can the dead make appeals for the living? This “voice” specifically mentioned her dead husband. Her deceased husband adds another element into this. It is thought dead saints can petition for the benefit of the living. Debbie’s husband was a very pious, religious man. Can our dead relatives do the same? Some religions practice ancestor worship for that very purpose. Debbie does not believe in any such thing, but perhaps there is something to the concept. The Voice said, “In honor of her husband” she would be ok.
Do the dead watch out for us? Sometimes when I am in stress and near despair, I feel as if my mother is beside me. This may not be just be in our imagination.
I got a phone call. It was from an acquaintance living on a higher floor in the building where I live.
“Dave, can you come up and help Tony. He is laying on the floor in the hallway.”
I frowned…and sighed. Ok, lets get up there and see what is happening. I put on my shoes and arrived on this higher floor. I saw Tony sprawled on the floor at the door of our mutual acquaintance. I approached them and asked, “What’s up?”
Tony had trouble walking recently, and had crawled down the hallway to his friend’s door, then pounded on it asking for help. Tony said there were three people in his apartment, people he didn’t know. He was escaping them.
Now, it must be known that Tony was a drinker, a binge drinker. He was an older retired guy whose pastime were mainly libations. I entered his condo to make sure there was nobody there, and to get his walker. I looked around and no surprise nobody was there. When I returned to Tony with his walker the paramedics had arrived to take him away. Our mutual acquaintance had called 911.
Days later I visited Tony after he got back from his stay at the hospital to see how he was doing. He insisted that there were actual people in his condominium. He had a habit of leaving his door unlocked since he had trouble walking and didn’t always want to get up to open the door for visitors. However, his story got pretty strange.
While he was drying out from one of his binges, Tony said someone who resembled his nephew visited him. Tony’s nephew didn’t say anything outside of a few words. His nephew look-alike sat and watched television with him for quite a few hours and then left.
Later someone resembling a former lady friend arrived. Again, she said little and sat and joined him in watching television, saying little. Finally someone arrived who he thought was his good friend George. Little words were exchanged and they just hanged out. The following day he had his encounter with three strangers whom he called ugly, scary guys. That is when he escaped and crawled for help.
Tony was probably having alcohol-induced withdrawal hallucinations. Yet there were curious aspects to his hallucination. He didn’t see snakes, pink elephants or such fantasies. He saw versions of people he knew that seemed real. These were long hallucinations seemingly lasting for hours at a time. They appeared totally real to him. Even now he insisted his visitors were not his imagination. Tony totally believed actual people visited him. His friend George was with us as Tony told his story, and George and I glanced at each other. George had not visited him when he had his hallucination.
Let us speculate about Tony’s hallucinations.
First, Tony’s hallucinations were fairly extraordinary. They were grounded in reality and lasted for hours. Their reality was such that it led to him fleeing his condominium to escape his “visitors”. If nothing else this shows that hallucinations can be utterly convincing, which could explain away a great deal of paranormal occurrences.
It has been speculated that individuals who are in altered states of consciousness can contact “other realms”. Shaman would consume fly agaric mushrooms to attain such altered states of consciousness where they would have visions. It is possible that Tony had entered such an altered state of consciousness. He might have experienced the same visions a shaman had. A shaman would consider such “visitors” as dead ancestors or spirit guides. Tony thought they were real people.
However, what if shaman actually encounters actual spirits during altered states of consciousness? If this is possible, then perhaps Tony did so as well. Tony might have had an encounter with Walk-Ins. In his case the term is nearly literal, as they literally walked into his home.
A walk-in is thought to be a spirit that inhabits one’s body, not unlike possession, except without the drama. Consider it a kinder, gentler form of possession. When the barriers of one’s identify are lowered with substance abuse, something might “walk in”.
The walk-in may be our subconscious mind manifesting itself into our conscious mind. The walk-in could be the conscious and subconscious merging. There is nothing paranormal about this. Tony’s vivid hallucinations could explain away such things as alien abduction. People may insist (like Tony) that it was real.
On the other hand what if something else inspired his hallucination? Did Tony actually experience spontaneous shamanism? Could he have encountered true walk-ins? Were there actual spirits sitting on his couch? Tony insists they were real people. Maybe they were real, but not people. They could have been walk-ins.
I admit to being something of a tarot card fundamentalist. There are tarot card fundamentals that define what the tarot is. Today there is any number of fun tarot decks, many quite whimsical. There are fairy decks, witch decks, angel decks, and cat decks, even a zombie deck. What next? A superhero tarot? Modern interpretations may be fun and attractive, but don’t think they are the real deal. They are NOT proper tarot cards. That is my fundamentalism rising.
I consider the Tarot of Marseilles to be the basis for authentic, traditional tarot cards based in the past. They have symbolism filled with alchemical and astrological influence. Unfortunately, the tarot of Marseilles is also an ugly, awkward appearing deck. It is no surprise some have wanted to pretty it up along with trying to make the symbolism more literal. That is what the Rider-Waite deck did, and lost something of the original meaning in the process.
Another older deck preceding the Rider-Waite deck is the Book of Thoth Etteilla Tarot (not the Crowley version). Here is another example of an altered version of the tarot, but from the pre-Waite past. Let us compare these different versions.
At the top of this page is a comparison of the first card of the tarot, the Magician, or also known as the Juggler. The Tarot of Marseilles shows a juggler doing common magic tricks. The Rider-Waite version reinterprets the simple juggler as a true magician, basing it on the genuine but obscure symbolism of the Marseilles card..
The Book of Thoth magician/juggler combines both aspects. The character is a stage magician, but on his table (instead of objects) is a doll facing backwards toward the audience. This doll is the magician himself (or you observing this card) in the material world (the square table representing materialism). It is a wonderful example of the concept of “as above, so below”. The mage is the doll’s higher self, or so that is how I interpret the card.
Here we have the different versions of the Lightning Struck Tower. The Marseilles card is stiff and awkward. The Rider-Waite card is a more dramatic interpretation of the Marseilles card. The Book of Thoth card shows an earthquake inspired by the sun collapsing a city in flames. I was once told that the tower actually represents the human body, and that if the crown (mind/spirit) is severed from the body, bad things follow. Notice the tower is flesh colored? That is lost in other interpretations. This card is not about earthquakes.
Looking at the Judgment card above, they all look similar. Not really. The card appears to be the biblical judgment day and the resurrection of the dead. It could also be interpreted as the angels (or our higher-self) calling for us to transcend the mundane world and attain spiritual enlightenment. In the Marseilles card, of interest is the man in the center with his back facing us. That suggests it represents the person looking at the card…you. The Rider-Waite turns the individuals into mother/father/child. You are no longer part of this picture.
The Book of Thoth card is interesting. It shows an individual noticing the angel with joy. The other individuals in the card are busy gossiping and are otherwise preoccupied. Only few attain spiritual enlightenment, the rest of us are too busy to notice.
Finally we will look at the Book of Thoth’s Death card. I liked this card. I thought it was striking, better then the other deck’s death cards. Something about it spoke to me, like I’ve seen it somewhere else before. Ah yes. This card was lifted from a famous wood cut, The Nuremberg Chronicle’s Dance of Death (1493). I suppose the cat tarot or the zombie tarot is not alone in borrowing ideas from other sources.
We’ve all heard of haunted houses. They are a staple of both literature and real life. But what about a haunted condo or apartment building? We don’t hear much about those. If anything, there should be more hauntings in a high-rise then in a single house, with the number of people who live in such buildings and all the drama and death that goes with the many residents.
Apartment buildings and condos seem to be spook proof, but I’d guess only because nobody would pay attention to them. Living in a building tends to be noisy. I live in an older high-rise, and there are always sounds in the background. Someone could be talking in the hallway just outside earshot, but enough to notice. On occasion I can hear the “tap tap” of someone walking above my unit in high heels. Oh! What is that? I note an argument in the unit to my left with shouting noticeable. If all this dim noise happened in a single residence, we’d swear it was haunted. In a multi-unit dwelling, it’s part of the ambient background sound.
If there were an actual haunting, who’d notice? On occasion, as I lay in bed and all is quiet, I will simply listen. I pay attention to every little sound. I can hear the clock ticking. The heat will turn on and then off. Somebody is doing something in the unit above me. There is always the background sound of a large building.
However, recently I’ve heard something different. It doesn’t appear often, but it seems like at least once a night. On occasion I hear a fairly loud rap in the room. Exactly where it comes from I really can’t tell. It sounds like someone is striking wood with their knuckles. It happens only once and that is it. I really would not pay much attention to it, except it appears to be coming from inside my unit.
Since then I’ve been paying more attention to my surroundings as I prepare for sleep. One night as I lay alone in bed, it felt like my bed swayed just the tiniest bit, as if with the most subtle shake. I was perfectly still. An earth tremor? That is possible but Chicago rarely has tremors.
Then I recalled a phone call I got from the building’s management a couple months ago. Someone in a unit somewhere in the floors directly above me said they felt their unit shake. She asked if I ever experienced shaking or swaying in my floor’s unit.
“No” I replied, “Never did.” She was satisfied with my answer and I believe the individual’s complaint was dropped. Now I’m beginning to wonder. Someone must have experienced something, a shaking of some sort, probably when they were in bed. What exactly did they experience, if the building itself did not tremble? Someone would not complain to the management if they did not actually experience something disturbing.
Who knows, maybe this old building has its ghosts, for all the people who have died here. Perhaps ghosts are trying to get people’s attention, but nobody notices. Shaking beds and knocking on tables is not enough to get noticed in this place.
A scarier thought…what if something is actually wrong with this building.
What is second sight?
Some people are considered gifted with a talent for the mystical ability called second sight. These individuals are said able to see that which is invisible to our naked eyes, things existing in the spirit world operating alongside of us out of sight. They may see ghosts, entities or visions. This is said to be the gift of mystics, prophets, saints, psychics and crazy people.
Is second sight real?
If second sight is the ability to see images without our physical eyes then it is very real. Normal sight is the result of light on the optic nerves in our eyes. Second sight consists of seeing things in our mind without the aid of our eyes. We do this every time we dream. We clearly see imagery in our dreams, often quite vividly of things we have never seen before. Essentially it is the use of spontaneous visualization. It is very real, but a better question would be if second sight were supernatural or only our imagination at work.
How does second sight work?
There is something that can best be described as spirit-sight: to see with our spirit and not our physical eyes. An example of this is encountered in the near-death, out-of-body experience. In the NDE individuals have been reported to accurately see and later describe events outside their body, even in total darkness. Obviously they are not using biological eyes, but some other sense related to their soul. Second sight is the use of this same spirit-sight while we are still in our bodies. If we could access this other “soul-sense”, even a little, we might be able to perceive that which exists in the spirit but is invisible to our naked eye.
How can we develop second sight?
Practice visualization with imagination. Try visualization with your eyes closed. This can be done as we lay in bed before we are ready to sleep. Create a waking dream in your mind. Try to create vivid images of people, animals, or objects. This should be fairly easy to do.
Once you have practiced this, try visualizing with your eyes open. This is more difficult then you might imagine. It is like an induced hallucination, but very focused. I suggest trying to imagine an animal, say a rabbit, squirrel or bird. You can do this anywhere…visualize a rabbit near you…actually see it in your mind…make it solid. See a rabbit on the floor in your office, or by your television at home. It will be like a waking dream.
WARNING: Only individuals who are disciplined and self-aware should use these practices. Purposely creating hallucinations can be disorienting. Occult activities carry dangers, and unstable individuals should not engage in these practices.
Once you have mastered the art of imagination and waking visualization, the final step is to let visualizing happen spontaneously without trying to control it. Do not try this all the time. You need to control this practice to a set time and place, to turn it on and off with the ritual of your choice. For a Christian you could make the sign of the cross before your attempt and then afterwards to close it down. For an occultist the Cabalistic Cross would be appropriate. You don’t want unintended hallucinations popping up.
Go to a place where you think spirits might dwell, and let visualization appear unguided. Images may appear in your mind. It might just be your subconscious at work, but there is the chance it might be something else. If you start to see stuff, you just might have developed second sight.
Here is an example of something that resembles second sight. One summer day as the sun was setting, I sat outside my father’s home alone in his yard. He has a huge evergreen tree in his backyard. Rabbits hide under this tree. Squirrels wander around it. Robins build nests in it. Blue Jays visit. Where there are rabbits, birds and squirrels, there is a possibility of nature spirits (assuming such things exist). I sat quietly and visualized without intent, not knowing what to expect.
Soon I imagined I saw a tiny female figure emerge from under the evergreen tree. It was perhaps 8 inches tall, or the size to ride a rabbit like a pony. She wore a curious outfit. The figure did not notice me as I looked on hoping my visualizing wouldn’t vanish. A few more tiny figures emerged from under the low-lying foliage. As I watched, the first figure noticed I could see it. It looked back at me intently It gestured to the others, and they returned under the evergreen tree. My vision was over.
Was it simply my unconscious mind creating a daydream? Most likely. However, the romantic in me likes to think fairies live under my dad’s evergreen tree along with the rabbits, squirrels and birds.
There is a belief among some people (primarily religious folk) that there are evil spirits or demons, and their purpose is to influence the minds of men towards evil. There is the iconic image of a person with an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other, each whispering into his ears in an attempt to sway his mind. I don’t think many really believe in such things nowadays, and mankind really is fully capable of evil without needing to be goaded on.
However, there is a modern version of “evil spirit” that whispers and inspires disturbing thoughts. That would be the news media. The coverage of the Sand Hook School shooting has been appropriate. However, the news media being a business, know a hot story and they exploit it. We are all interested in what happened and want to be informed.
However, for the crazies of the world, they also watch the new media’s coverage with fascination. Unlike most people who were appalled and dismayed by this awful massacre, crazies view the event with…admiration. With the news dwelling on this massacre we are unwittingly inspiring the next crazy shooter. What normal people view as evil, the crazies view as power. Why else are we suddenly experiencing multiple shootings?
The news media is putting ideas in the minds of lunatics almost as if the media were whispering evil spirits. Sane people don’t understand this. But imagine the Sandy Hook School news coverage from the viewpoint of a crazy who feels abused by the world, feels powerless. By endlessly dwelling on these shooter/massacre stories we are setting up the next such event. Now the MO is a bulletproof vest along with Glocks or assault rifles.
Should we restrict news coverage of shooter massacres? We’d be better off if we did but that won’t ever happen. Instead I have an idea. How about limiting gun ownership to guns that serve a purpose? A hunting rifle, a double barrel shotgun, or a revolver for self defense all serve a purpose. A sixty round Glock or a hundred round assault rifles serve no rational purpose, outside of arming the crazies with the means to kill dozens of people in minutes.
At work the other day I had a spontaneous nosebleed. It startled me, as I haven’t had a nosebleed in a long time, and it was a fairly serious nosebleed. I had to go to the company bathroom and used toilet paper to clean up my nose (picture above). The picture was the tissue thrown in my desk’s garbage bin. The next day I wondered if cleaning crew emptied the garbage, because I wanted to retrieve these tissues. Why bother?
Around noon the same day of my morning nosebleed my father called me to say my brother was in the hospital. His breathing had failed him. He’d been taken to the hospital that morning, barely able to stand or breath.
I immediately left to visit the hospital. My brother has cancer. His kidney cancer spread to his lungs. At the hospital the doctor said his lungs had been replaced by the tumor. His lungs really don’t exist anymore. There was nothing that could be done.
This was the worst day of my life. I knew he had cancer, but approaching the end is always shocking. And then I thought…why did my nose bleed at the exact same time as my brother was taken to the hospital? It might have been the stigmata effect or sympathetic bleeding.
There is a belief that we share a bond with those we love. There are countless accounts of people who had premonitions of a loved one’s death or disaster. There seems to be a psychic bond with those we are closest with and can sense when they are in danger or dismay.
At my workplace, as every workplace, there is not much place for empathy but for the steady grind of what we need to accomplish. I wonder…was my nosebleed sympathetic bleeding? The stigmata effect concerns spontaneous bleeding for emotional or spiritual reasons. The stigmata are thought to be related to those who relate in empathy to the suffering of Christ during the crucifixion. Was my nosebleed the stigmata effect, but far less grandiose? Or was it simply synchronicity? I don’t know. But the last picture I took of my brother was of him coughing in a tissue. Above are the image of the tissues of my nosebleed that I retrieved from my garbage bin. When my bother dies, he will be cremated. And I will place these tissues in his urn. Synchronicity works in mysterious ways.
Over the Thanksgiving holiday I’ve stayed over with my relative George. During my first night’s stay at this fairly old house, everyone had gone to bed and the house was quiet. I decided to stay up a little later and so I turned on the TV with the volume low so as not to bother anyone. After a time I heard a knock in the adjacent kitchen which was loud enough to get my attention. Since nobody was awake I ignored it. Later I heard another loud rap. I got up and looked in the kitchen and nobody was there. Curious.
The following evening I mentioned my blog and asked George about any ghostly or paranormal experiences he may have had. He thought a moment and said he has heard some strange noises in the house. I asked him to elaborate. He said sometimes he’d hear footsteps as the floor creaked. It even happened in his own bedroom as he lay in bed. Also…sometimes he heard the door handle to the kitchen door rattle, as he sat in the living room.
I suggested that together we try listening for ghosts. This is my ghost-hunting tip #1. Temporarily disregard technology with all the various audio/visual recorders and electronic devices. The first step is to simply listen for ghosts.
It was a quiet night and we simply sat and listened. The house was totally silent. Yet, as we remained motionless and listened, we heard all manner of sounds. Immediately we heard airplanes overhead. This house is not far from O’Hare airport. The sound of the plane was clearly heard in the house, as if the walls almost didn’t exist. We could hear many sounds outside.
As we continued to simply sit and listen, we noticed the kitchen’s refrigerator. When it activated there was a slight “thump” and then it hummed until it deactivated with a similar “thump”. Was that the rap in the kitchen I heard the previous night?
Then the basement-heating unit when on and there was a rumble in the heating duct system. When it stopped, the duct system still had its little knocks. Then the basement sump pump went on and there was another quite rumble that we would hear only if we remained quiet. Sound traveled in this old house if you would only pay attention.
Later I was in the basement by myself and listened. This house’s “language” was more pronounced in the basement, a symphony of sounds. Little ticks and knocks and creaking was constant. We ignore these sounds but they are part of any old house. And each house has it’s own unique sounds; no two are the same.
The point of listening is to become aware of the natural sounds of house. Once we became aware of them we could determine if any of the sounds George heard were…unnatural. George mentioned the sound of footsteps as the floor creaked. I tested the floor with my own weight, and sure enough the floor noticeably creaked. However, I never heard anything that creaked without weight on it. Creaking floorboards were not part of the regular symphony of this house’s sounds.
The doorknob jingling was intriguing. He said the sound was not as if someone was trying to turn the doorknob. It was more a tapping on the doorknob. We checked it out. I tried to replicate exactly what he heard. I noticed that one side of the door’s knob was a little loose. I just tapped it slightly, and he said that was exactly what he heard. My video illustrates this.
The tapping doorknob is strange and I don’t have an explanation for it. It may be some subtle force was interacting with something loose enough to respond to it. Add in the footsteps, and I’d say there is at least a possibility a ghost is wandering here. I asked how long this has been going on, and he said it is infrequent but he can’t recall exactly when it started. Wandering ghosts? Or just an old house groaning?
Let us consider the humble teddy bear. At first glance the teddy bear appears to be merely a popular child’s toy. Yet, I will suggest there is occult significance, even a talismanic purpose behind the teddy bear. I will suggest the teddy bear is a talisman that both comforts us during suffering, but might even delay suffering.
THE DUALITY OF THE BEAR
The living bear is a fierce creature, one of the world’s top predators. Bears have killed and devoured men. They are dangerous animals not to be trifled with. Yet the bear remains the subject of the world’s most endearing stuffed animal. Perhaps the reason is the duality of the bear. The bear is an endearing animal along with being a dangerous animal. The black bear is like a 200 pound raccoon, a delightful creature and actually rarely dangerous. The grizzly bear is a different character, far more dangerous yet still oddly endearing. The bear is both cuddly and frightening at the same time.
THE DUALITY OF NATURE
The bear is a creature of nature and reflects the duality of nature. The natural world is both a provider of life and a taker of life. Most of the time nature is docile and we could not survive without the rains watering our crops. However, sometimes nature is cruel, producing hurricanes, tornados, earthquakes, or drought. Nature is capricious, unpredictable and uncontrollable both sustaining life and destroying life. Just like the bear, who is usually docile but can become a man-eater.
THE DUALITY OF LIFE
Life itself reflects this duality of nature. Most of the time life goes along smoothly, but then inevitability disaster strikes. We could lose a job, have financial troubles, develop a terrible disease, or have a loved one suffer. Life is filled with such pain and suffering, along with our joys. Human life is itself capricious, unpredictable and barely controllable.
THE DUALITY OF THE TEDDY BEAR
This brings us back to the secret occult meaning behind the teddy bear. The teddy bear symbolizes only the nice side of the actual bear’s duality. It is cuddly, adorable and non-threatening. We give children a toy that represents the safe side of life’s duality. It is meant to be reassuring. When we hug a teddy bear, we are embracing the hope for happiness and safety. Unfortunately life is rarely turns out that way.
Yet, the teddy bear’s purpose is to provide us comfort even in times when the duality of existence is kicking our arse. In times of trouble the teddy bear offers comfort. And here is the occult aspect…life is a state of mind. Both pain and suffering or joy and happiness are a state of mind. Things are never as bad as they seem, nor a good as they appear. In times of trouble we can sit on our pity pot and feel sorry for your self, or we can brush aside worry and march ahead. When times are tough hugging your teddy bear releases stress, even if only for a minute. That is the mysterious talismanic nature of the teddy bear. The teddy bear reminds us to look at the best side of life’s duality, and how we think tends to be how things will turn out. The teddy bear is an unwitting advocate of the law of attraction.
In my life I’ve had a full plate of worries…my brother is slowly dying of cancer, my father had a stroke a month ago and my day job is endlessly stressful. Sometimes I wonder how I can handle this. When I am overwhelmed, I look at my teddy bear pictured above. It sits on a bookshelf watching over me along with two figures of wise owls.
My choice of this bear was not random. This teddy bear was chosen to reflect the duality of life. The bear is white, the color of purity, hope and faith. But it has a red on it. This teddy bear has a blood red collar and blood red toes. Blood red symbolizes the tragedy of life, superimposed on the white color of hope. It sits above on a bookshelf watching me, and in times when I dwell too much on dark thoughts, I look up at it. It is my talisman. It reminds me that life is temporary and often sad with bursts of joy and happiness in-between. You wouldn’t imagine a stuffed animal could be so symbolic. And here comes in the law of attraction. We are what we think; if a stuffed animal offers us a positive state of mind, it is effective.
I visited a friend on a weekend evening. It was a nice night, cool with a clear sky and scant breeze. We hanged out in his backyard talking about this and that, politics and the future of America. My friend George is very pessimistic about the future of America. He predicts an economic collapse like what happened to Greece within the next 15 years. Myself, I’m not quite so pessimistic. But George is preparing for doom by stocking up on food like rice and beans that will not spoil, just in case.
As we chatted, he pointed behind me and said, “What is that? Between the neighbor’s garage and the fence.” Since he was pointing behind me, I had no idea; I thought maybe somebody had entered his yard. I turned around and saw nothing.
“What is it? What did you see?” I asked.
George replied, “I saw a light. It lasted for a couple of seconds and was gone. It was a ball of light.”
George was not joking; he was startled. He got up and walked to the opposite side of the yard where he saw this light and held up arms up in a circle over his head showing the approximate size and location of this ball of light. George saw something, but what could it have been?
Could it have been ball lightning? There were no storms that night. Perhaps earth lights? There is a theory that stress deep underground where fault lines grind can create static electricity resulting in earthlights. In folklore they have been called these ghost lights, spooklights, or the will-o’-the-wisp. And right here in a backyard in the heart of Chicago, a ghost light was observed. However, Chicago is not prone to earthquakes.
There is a belief that orbs could be light of an actual ghost. Some suggest orbs that appear in photographs could be the “energy” of a ghost. I had a camera in my car, so I got my camera to take photos of George’s yard. Maybe I’d catch something. I got orbs, but orbs can easily be just the flash reflecting off of dust. However, when I showed a photo of an orb (pictured above), he said that was what he saw except by the neighbor’s garage. He apparently saw an orb with his naked eye.
Orbs of light often precede contact with spiritual forces. A bright cloud often precedes religious apparitions. The UFO’s circle of light precedes contact with “aliens”. It seems like there is an astral light which signals impending contact with spirit beings. I asked George to be aware…he might encounter something. He didn’t believe in such things, but he saw the light.
I also keep a set of dollar store tarot cards in my car’s glove compartment. Just like with the camera, one never knows when I’ll need tarot cards. I used the cards in an attempt to attract whatever George has seen to reappear. I asked George for what the reading should be concerned with, and he suggested we return to our discussion that was taking place when the light appeared. He wanted to know the destiny of America. And so above is America’s reading, for what it is worth. And a short video below caught nothing except darkness. However, I did take the pictures in my previous post that night. The pictures in this blog post http://occultview.com/2012/09/20/the-dark-fairies-of-nighttime/ were taken at the same time as these photos. In fact these “dark fairies” were taken right behind George’s chair where he sat and saw the orb of light. Could he have seen a fairy light?